Shocking! She Returned with a Miniature Bigshot

Chapter 237: Stab You With A Knife And Give You A Treat

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Ji Chi remained silent, trembling all over, as Jiang Junlin had touched his most sensitive nerve.

“Your loss of control that time was because I was considering marriage, and the Jiang family lineage is at stake. My family had arranged a marriage for me, and 1 casually mentioned it at a dinner. Somehow, it reached your ears, and you sent someone to warn me, staging this whole drama. Unfortunately, the actors you hired went too far, and they even tried to kill me.”

Between him and Ji Chi, there had been more and more moments of honesty.

“Ji Chi, not every play can be controlled by you.” Jiang Junlin leaned in closer to his ear, lowering his voice, the warm breath tickling Ji Chi’s ear and yet cutting like a knife. “The last time, I almost died. Haven’t you learned your lesson?”

Ji Chi rose in fear from his chair, taking a few steps back. He had been investigating who was controlling those assassins sent to kill Jiang Junlin. He had only intended to warn them, but they had turned deadly.

Those assassins had vanished into thin air, and even Third Uncle’s help couldn’t find a trace of them.

Jiang Junlin lounged lazily on the sofa, appearing calm. True strategists waited and decided, unflinching like a mountain. Ji Chi’s lips grew pale, and he asked, “Was it you?”

“Yes,” Jiang Junlin confessed openly to Ji Chi. “You sent assassins, and the next day, I knew.”

Jiang Juniin’s voice was soft yet arrogant. “What’s the point of playing these minor games? If you want me to take a trip to the gates of hell, I will, just as you wish.”

Ji Chi was going mad. If he indulged Ji Chi, he’d be trapped by him for life, with his wings clipped.

He had two choices: either be crazier than Ji Chi, or else he couldn’t contain him!

Ji Chi came at him like a madman, grabbing Jiang Junlin’s collar and delivering a punch to his face. “You scoundrel, how dare you, you…”

That bullet had come close, dangerously close, to ending Jiang Junlin’s life!

When he sent people to kill Jiang Junlin, they were never supposed to aim at vital organs, at most just warning shots. He was afraid an accidental hit might have irreversible consequences.

But Jiang Junlin, he shot straight for the heart!

In this world, no matter how skilled a marksman was, bullets could be affected by wind and air resistance, what if it had hit him, what if it had hit his head?

Ji Chi was filled with anger, and there was no mercy in his blows.

Jiang Junlin’s face was instantly bruised, blood trickled from the corner of his lips. Ji Chi had struck hard, his eyes were bloodshot, and he felt extreme regret this time.

Jiang Junlin had come close to death!

Back then, he had hated Jiang Junlin, hated him enough to want to kill him.

But he only… wanted to kill him, nothing more!

He raised his fist for a second blow but stopped when he saw the blood on Jiang Junlin’s lips. Instead, he smashed it into the sofa nearby. It was like he was meeting Jiang Junlin for the first time.

He was insane!

But Jiang Junlin was even crazier!

All their reunions had been planned.

Every move he made had been carefully calculated.

Truly ruthless!

Ji Chi turned and angrily walked out. The snowstorm outside mirrored his mood. Jiang Junlin’s cold voice followed him from behind, “Ji Chi, once you walk out that door, it won’t be so easy to come back in next time!”

Even after revealing something that could have torn them apart, Jiang Junlin’s attitude remained as unyielding as ever. Ji Chi didn’t hesitate and pushed the door open to leave.

A gust of cold wind swept in, dispelling the warmth inside the room.

Jiang Junlin wiped the blood from his lip with his thumb, closed his eyes wearily. He thought, he had dealt with projects worth tens of billions, even during the most chaotic times, and he had never felt this exhausted. Why did he have to be entangled in this twisted fate?

Jiang Junlin heard the sound of a car engine, and it seemed to reverberate in his heart, causing a slight tremor. He couldn’t help but feel annoyed. If Ji Chi took his time with this, he would only become more demanding.

The drug’s effects were too intense, and everything seemed to backfire. He couldn’t seem to do anything right.

But Ji Chi kept pushing his boundaries, dancing around in his minefield, continually testing his limits. Jiang Junlin needed to teach him a lesson. The more he indulged the young wolf, the greedier he became.

What Ji Chi wanted, he couldn’t afford right now.

If it ended, then so be it. It was just a twisted fate, after all. Jiang Junlin abruptly stood up, his expression cold, and walked towards the door. Just as he pushed it open, he said, “Zhang Qiang…”

He had barely called for Zhang Qiang when he saw Ji Chi leaning against the doorway, smoking a cigarette. He was dressed in a thin white shirt and wore cotton slippers without socks, standing there in the snowy weather.

The house was old, and the corridor was narrow. The snowfall was heavy, covering his hair and shoulders with a thin layer of snow. He seemed unaffected by the cold, casually smoking a cigarette, exuding an air of debauchery.

Jiang Junlin’s anger was extinguished by the cold wind, and he gazed at Ji Chi with indifference.

Instead, Ji Chi smiled and said, “Mr. Jiang, where are you going?”

The earlier madness and rage had disappeared as if they were just an illusion, and Ji Chi was back to his charming self, a young and flirtatious man.

Zhang Qiang heard Jiang Junlin’s voice and hurried over from the adjacent building. He had just taken over for the night shift and had been having hot pot with his colleagues. He was surprised to see the bruise on Jiang Junlin’s cheek but didn’t dare to ask.

“Master, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” Jiang Junlin frowned. “Just go back and have your dinner.”

“Okay,” Zhang Qiang was puzzled, not understanding why his master had called him out in the middle of the night. He returned to the adjacent building to finish his meal.

“It was just a quarrel, and I felt stuffy, can’t 1 come out for a smoke, brother?” Ji Chi exhaled a smoke ring and forced Jiang Junlin to take a drag of secondhand smoke.

The scent of tobacco mixed with the snow and reached Jiang Junlin’s nose. He took a deep breath, like an addict, but his eyes remained cold. “Where’s your car?”

“The snow is too heavy. 1 had Nick park it in the garage.”

Jiang Junlin thought Ji Chi had actually left upon hearing the sound of the car.

Ji Chi looked at him with a half-smile, his eyes filled with a deep and passionate gaze. When he focused his attention on someone, he emitted an intense, affectionate feeling.

Jiang Junlin glanced down at Ji Chi, standing there in slippers in the snow, his exposed toes turning red from the cold. He turned and walked back inside, saying coldly, “Come in and smoke.”

Ji Chi chuckled, took one last drag of his cigarette, and flicked the unfinished butt into the snow, where the scattered embers were quickly extinguished by the falling snowflakes. Through the French windows, Ji Chi looked at the tall, cold figure inside the room.

He hated deeply, but he also…wanted Jiang Junlin to be forever submissive to him.

Yet, making Jiang Junlin willingly submit to someone was as difficult as plucking stars and reaching the moon. The madness of possession and the ultimate desire clashed within Ji Chi’s heart.

On one side was a knife, and on the other was sugar.

Ji Chi suppressed the emotions surging within him and entered the room. His numbed skin began to regain sensation. Ji Chi looked at the stove, where Buddha Jumps Over the Wall was simmering. He walked over, stirred the ingredients, and added some seasonings and fragrant herbs.

Jiang Junlin had already poured a cup of hot tea. “Come over and have some hot tea.”

This was Jiang Junlin. He would stab you with a knife and then give you a treat..